There's just you and me, love:
There's no third between us.
All those that came before were shadows,
And those that came after were echoes.
I loved none of them; none loved me.
I told you once before, I have no will of my own:
Whoever loves me, I am hers.
Yes, in some measure, I belong to all of them,
But because only you loved me completely,
I can belong completely only to you.
So love, there is no third between us:
But, perhaps I am mistaken, I stand corrected--
There's a pussy cat. She loves me and I love her;
As a matter of fact, there she is
Sitting right in front on my table.
But is she a rival, or a deputy,
Whom you have installed in your stead,
To watch over me and check my roving eye,
I leave it to you to adjudicate.
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